It Doesn't Matter
It doesn't matter what I think
with these thoughts that peculate
when these things are out of reach.
Who know where these come from
whispers of heaven or hell
looping through the cranium?
It doesn't matter how I long
appetite set to want some more
when angels say I'm in the wrong.
Thoughts are full of excess want
this damns me from the start
while the world says do not.
It doesn’t matter how I feel
sad or happy are both concealed
emotions churn behind the veil.
The rapture is postponed
from lack of reciprocity
emotions are best shared by two.
It doesn't matter how I love
in response to arrow hit
when Cupid sets loose his bow.
To have fallen is my response
hard or gentle it matters not
to the god's erotic thrust.
It doesn't matter and that's the charm
the wheels have turned, lot is cast
events are set against these wants.
What's done is past and future is set
the devils laugh and the angels cry
it doesn't matter goodbye my life.
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